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Love, Nikki

Someone shared a book with me not to long ago that I instantly fell in love with.

Nikki Giovanni’s poetry is lovely. She incorporates racial identity, LOVE, wit, and life experiences in her collection of poetry so eloquently. It’s as if she took a notebook around with her everyday and just wrote down her reactions to her enviroment and interactions. Since I’ve discovered this book, I had written all in my copy. Not to mention I carry it everywhere with me now. She gives me a new found love and appreciation for poetry. It’s articulation at its very best.

This is the beginning of one of my favorite love poems by her:

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Here is a writing share from me. Something I wrote with someone in particular in mind.

I don’t know exactly how it began. Maybe as an inkling, an itch, an slight shift in the universe responsible for the weariness misconceived for butterflies. It was the sound of your laugh that found me and planted itself into my brain. I still remember the first glance which seemed to be more profound than the last one. In your presence I remembered feeling exposed, like a bird plucked of its feathers before a brutal slaughter. I was shy, blushing, often seeming coy with my ambiguity, all of this because I didn’t know how to come right out and say that I wanted you in more ways than one.


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I remember when I couldnt tell the difference…

There is this guy

 He comes to see me every night—

 In my dreams.

You should see him

 Smooth honey skin, pure brown eyes,

Smile dripping with sweet sincerity.

You should see him…

He looks just like you In fact,

I was almost fooled but

He never raises his voice,

His eyes don’t avoid mine,

He hasn’t yet had a reason to apologize—

And he kisses with his eyes closed—

And not because he is always high.

There is this guy… and I like his consistency.

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Ahhh…Here I AM.

What made the beauty of the moon? And the beauty of the sea? Did that beauty make you? Did that beauty make me? Will that make me something? Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be. —Anis Mojgani

This is so beautiful. The same intelligence that operates the universe  is the same intelligence that operates all human functions…the heart beat, the respiration system, etc. It’s all beautiful and effortless.

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I want…

I want to possess her,

Her full against my lime green sheets,

dreaming of the reflection of the sun,

crushed star dust,

the way the wind curls her hair,

 and words that end in “me”.

I want to dive into the stillness of her breath,

 recycling itself,

expanding in her lungs,

 sustaining the mind..

that creates the thought…

responsible for that smile.

I want to be on the receiving end..

of her laughter,


the smear of red lipstick…

against my teeth…

I want

to be

that close

to her.

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Here is to…

Here is to doing shit we always said we wouldn’t

Here is to that miniscule moment when we find ourselves

somewhere we shouldn’t be


—-usually in the company of some intoxicating, inebriating, autonomic suppressing substance or worse,

someone who doesn’t have two fucks to rub together to give to us.

usually there is someone or something there to facilitate in this—

and that always helps.

Like convincing yourself that— even if this isn’t the first time—it will be the last time!

Right before it hits you and you realize you want to do this again tomorrow and for the rest of your life.

If only it were acceptable.

If only it were something you would repeat in the presence of those who care about you without them wincing or feeling equally as ashamed as you do.

Here is to finding yourself

In compromising positions with someone who you probably wish would love you half as hard as they fuck you.

Here is to find yourself in that moment when you realize they never will.

Here is to finding yourself.

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